Marked By Dust

From sacred dust, life did arise
Shaped by hands that rule the skies
Through the breath of the Divine
Man was formed by grand design

With wisdom faint and courage given
He walked the earth, by mission driven
A soul awakened by command
To serve and toil upon the land

Within the plan of sacred birth
Two brothers came to walk the earth
A holy bond, divinely tied
Beneath the Maker’s watchful eye

One raised flocks upon the plain
The other sowed the farmer’s grain
Each brought gifts to heaven’s throne
But only one was not disowned

And envy burned with deadly fire
A heart consumed by dark desire
Through rage he struck, with no remorse
And death would take its brutal course

A flame of ruin in his gaze
He walked the path of no return
The blood was spilled upon the ground
A soul condemned to burn

The soil drank the crimson flood
A curse was written in his blood
The earth became his prison wall
Where shadows rise and angels fall

What have you done, you wandering shade?
The voice of God in thunder said
Your brother’s blood cries out in gold
A tale of wrath so darkly told

Now you shall roam in endless night
A branded soul, devoid of light
No peace shall come, no home, no rest
A mark of death burned on your chest

There is no haven, no return
No grace for flames that choose to burn
For what Cain did, no prayer can bind
He’s lost to wrath, and left behind